One meets friends all the time, but one will rarely meet an enemy. One has to make a enemy. Its a deliberate act. One can make a friend without trying but never an enemy.
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There is this interesting story I once heard. Its a story about two clans, bitterly opposed to each other for as long as one could remember. The animosity was so old that no one really knew why and where all the bad blood began. Generations upon generations the animosity carried on, flamed every once in a while by some act of atrocity and carnage. The children born to these clans inherited hate... their enemies were made for them, sort of hard coded into their brains.
In this world of mutual hatred came of age a boy and a girl and fell in love with each other. Unfortunately they belonged to opposing sides so their love was doomed. They chose to die rather than let their love be sacrificed. When the final moment came they made one last desperate plea for peace but it was lost in a macabre swishing of swords... blood flowed...
Its a very old story but people still point out the spot where the two lovers were slain. Every year many gather there to celebrate the unrequited love. Nobody now remembers what eventually happened to the two clans.
I think i can guess... it must have taken a long long time but eventually the plea of the two young lovers was heard.
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